KitaWarheit
Delicate Yet Exotic
I had a cool dream last night that I wanted to share! I typed it up on my phone notes that I'll just copy and paste xD but, here!
There's an entire city underground (yet it feels well lit enough like a sun? maybe it's luminescent rocks) that's intricate and deep enough to have hills and cliffs and mountains and rivers. Everyone was human but had black, feathered wings. There was a man named Garrett, a rough looking man with a stern face, scruff, and a small scar over his right eyebrow, who was known for the marvelous and dangerous adventures he would go on in his youth, yet now settled and lived in a home with his wife and teenage son. Through his adventures, he took everything in stride. There was only one thing that he could never forget: shortly after he married, a long haired black and white cat that he had for twenty years passed of old age. He only called her his Old Lady (I think her name was black-something) and she had been with him since she was a baby and was his only companion for a long time. When she died, he buried her in the backyard with a tall grave marker stone. I don't remember the details but there was a group of people visiting the home (maybe his wife's friends?) and they were talking about hardships they couldn't let go of and a woman asked how Garrett dealt with the loss of his Old Lady, after they had been companions for so long. "Of course I'll always mourn her and I do have my moments, but if I was perpetually sad about it, I would achieve nothing else in life." At one point, there was a landslide in the backyard, seeing the end of the yard was a steep cliff face that lead down to a river. A friend of his came over when he heard the landslide and noticed that it had stopped just before Old Lady's grave. As they were assessing what to do, the gong was struck by the two giants that lived deep underground, one after another. It was happening--the land above ground was declaring war and beginning to drill down to drive out everyone. After instructing his friend to take his family to the emergency hatch (designed by the giants), Garrett paused and pointed to a structure across a ravine that seemed to be built from the ceiling down. "What are in those catacombs?" His friend looked at him with concern, knowing of the curse laid on that place. Ignoring his friend's warning, Garrett flew off to the catacombs. Deep inside, he found three small, golden coffins with the legend that when the three holy children were born from man, they would be put back to rest in these coffins. But Garrett was selfish. He wanted one to carry the bones of his Old Lady with him, above ground. He wasn't going to leave her. But the gods of the land stopped him from stealing one of the coffins and would punish him by binding him to the spot where Old Lady was buried. There he would stay while the drill came down, right above his head. He looked up, seeing the drill breaking through the ground, and accepted his fate. He had attached to a memory and didn't truly move on to see what he had in front of him. Garrett tucked his wings, closed his eyes, and wept.
There's an entire city underground (yet it feels well lit enough like a sun? maybe it's luminescent rocks) that's intricate and deep enough to have hills and cliffs and mountains and rivers. Everyone was human but had black, feathered wings. There was a man named Garrett, a rough looking man with a stern face, scruff, and a small scar over his right eyebrow, who was known for the marvelous and dangerous adventures he would go on in his youth, yet now settled and lived in a home with his wife and teenage son. Through his adventures, he took everything in stride. There was only one thing that he could never forget: shortly after he married, a long haired black and white cat that he had for twenty years passed of old age. He only called her his Old Lady (I think her name was black-something) and she had been with him since she was a baby and was his only companion for a long time. When she died, he buried her in the backyard with a tall grave marker stone. I don't remember the details but there was a group of people visiting the home (maybe his wife's friends?) and they were talking about hardships they couldn't let go of and a woman asked how Garrett dealt with the loss of his Old Lady, after they had been companions for so long. "Of course I'll always mourn her and I do have my moments, but if I was perpetually sad about it, I would achieve nothing else in life." At one point, there was a landslide in the backyard, seeing the end of the yard was a steep cliff face that lead down to a river. A friend of his came over when he heard the landslide and noticed that it had stopped just before Old Lady's grave. As they were assessing what to do, the gong was struck by the two giants that lived deep underground, one after another. It was happening--the land above ground was declaring war and beginning to drill down to drive out everyone. After instructing his friend to take his family to the emergency hatch (designed by the giants), Garrett paused and pointed to a structure across a ravine that seemed to be built from the ceiling down. "What are in those catacombs?" His friend looked at him with concern, knowing of the curse laid on that place. Ignoring his friend's warning, Garrett flew off to the catacombs. Deep inside, he found three small, golden coffins with the legend that when the three holy children were born from man, they would be put back to rest in these coffins. But Garrett was selfish. He wanted one to carry the bones of his Old Lady with him, above ground. He wasn't going to leave her. But the gods of the land stopped him from stealing one of the coffins and would punish him by binding him to the spot where Old Lady was buried. There he would stay while the drill came down, right above his head. He looked up, seeing the drill breaking through the ground, and accepted his fate. He had attached to a memory and didn't truly move on to see what he had in front of him. Garrett tucked his wings, closed his eyes, and wept.
